Two Love's
Starting Asa
I still haven't been able to completely recover from the pain and sadness. But I have to start a new life.
For a week, I stayed at our house. My Sahabt, offered to stay in his house, but I don't know, do I have to accept, or not?.
We don't have a housekeeper, a housekeeper who previously paid for leave because he was going to give birth, and go home. So all this time, I'm the one who does all the housework. Cooking, washing dishes, cleaning the house, and washing our clothes.
I dare to propose to be a maid here. At least maybe temporarily, in order to connect life that has been separated from the responsibilities of Iqbal mas.
"I'll find you a better job, Naf. But, I need a little time. Patience, yes, "
That's the answer when I offered. I know, my best friend would feel bad if I were his maid. Moreover, I have enough education and a diploma that I might be able to make looking for a better job.
" I don't really mind my job, Mil. Being a maid, not a bad job. I don't mind, "I said.
" Yes .., not like that, I mean, as your best friend also want, so that you become a more successful woman again, in order to prove to your ex-husband that she is a special woman and does not deserve to be seen, "we replied. I was pensive and confirmed his opinion in my heart.
" you're a designer, long ago, before you got married, you already had a fairly developed and advanced boutique. I think you should start again, or you could join a famous clothing company, I have a lot of acquaintances, because I'm one of the fabric suppliers. Hows it? You want? "
A very good idea. I will not only work, but also work in a field that I enjoy. Of course I really want to.
" Well, I like this, Mil. Thank you, my friend."
I hugged this woman. The only friend who supported me when I really fell.
I haven't told my family in the village about my divorce. This news will hurt them greatly. It takes time and a way to explain everything, especially to mom and dad.
Alif increasingly understood my situation, no matter how he felt. My hero, it's no longer as lively as before. Of course, even a child would be very hurt to see his parents separated. But a child as small as Alif, has not been able to express his sadness. He was often silent.
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Aaron came back in the afternoon, bringing the colors in Alif. The boy nodded quickly. Face radiant.
" This time, I want you too. I don't want mom alone at home, "please, Alif, the kid is staring at me sitting in the living room. I looked towards Aaron, he also saw me. All this time, I had always refused to go with them, it felt so awkward to have to walk around with men not my mahrom.
" But...., "
" If you don't want to go, then don't go. I'm just going to sleep, " said Alif cut my sentence.
" All right, I'm coming, "I said softly. Alif was getting excited, he jumped happy. I don't know what Alif wants. Perhaps, the boy also wished I had some entertainment out there. Forgetting the sadness that I carry. Aaron smiled and nodded at me. This man suddenly became our best friend.
***
The company car that Aaron was carrying drove slowly, to the town square.
The atmosphere that night was quite crowded. Although the cold is disturbing.
I was sitting on a bench, under an ornamental lamp. Alif ran here and there, releasing his fatigue.
Aaron sat beside me.
"You should often pretend to be happy, for the sake of your child's happiness. Because, if not, the sadness will imprint in him until adulthood later, " said Aaron opened the chat.
" I don't know how to pretend to be happy. And I'm sure, Alifku will be a carefree child until adulthood. He'll be happy and fine. "
" That's your opinion, because you're in the middle of a harmonious parent. But, I am a witness, how the wound of the separation of parents is a consequence that I have to bear until this moment. I was also the victim of my father's and my mother's separation once, when I was a child, the same age as Alif. That's why I feel so sorry for that kid. "
Now I understand why Aaron was so sweet to Alif, it turns out that they had the same history of wounds.
